punctuated equillibrium

punctuated equilibrium

the boundless capacity for hope
lays in wait in patience

it has always been close
to the end

the distinction between
defining moments in breathing history and
all other faceless nameless ones

is the meteor that woke hopeless dinosaurs up
to their impending demise

they did not care
they were dinosaurs

our bodies are the precisely microcosmic measure
of the maturation of all things ever alive and
forever dying

the sculpted art of time's transformative hand, we are
meticulously formed and reformed against the clock

the cardinal force of change does not hurry
but unfolds across billions of insignificant years

between meteors

in a state of complacent grace
moving toward itself

time's mind has nowhere to be
but lost

within the eternal instant of creation

we are merely and magnificently an idea
in whose brilliance lies the impossible promise

that we should ever
be finished

we are nearing the end
which will be
the meteor that wakes hopeless humans up

to our impending self- and non-self destruction

the magnitude of the every-instant
contains the diligent work
of infinite scrutiny

in our mind
lies the ability to manipulate
the hand of transformation

of this incredible minute
we must take care

we are humans
it is our responsibility
to be awake and alive
within the window